Xiaoyong scratched his head: "I feel uncomfortable, Dad, I'm starving to death. Is there anything to eat?"

Zhou Dajun nodded and asked the waiter to serve some refreshments and let him eat it first.

Then he suddenly "plopped" and knelt on the ground, which scared Wu Dong. He dodged away and said quickly: "Uncle Zhou, you don't have to do this."

Zhou Dajun really regarded Wu Dong as his benefactor. If he really gave the Taoist priest one million, he would be penniless and might even be in debt. Now, he only needs to take out one million, which is completely within his tolerance.

"Little brother, I haven't asked your name yet." Zhou Dajun asked.

Wu Dong smiled and said, "You don't need to know my name. If you are destined to be, we will see you again. Also, the one million I said before is just a talk, you don't have to give it to me."

He didn't say anything. If Zhou Dajun didn't believe him at that time, he would turn around and leave.

After hearing this, Zhou Dajun and his wife became even more grateful. Both of them shed tears and really didn't know how to thank him.

Wu Dong waved his hand: "Xiaoyong has recovered, let's leave here."

After saying that, he quickly walked out of the teahouse and got into a taxi waiting for a living at the door. When Zhou Dajun chased him out, the taxi was gone.

Zhou Dajun breathed a sigh of relief, quickly returned to the room, and said, "Go away!"

After the three returned home, they entrusted their relatives and friends to sell factories and real estate. The couple took their children to travel abroad.

But Wu Dong was still a little nervous when he got into a taxi. What he did today was equivalent to cutting off people's wealth. The old saying goes: Cutting people's wealth is like killing parents! Therefore, he took a lot of risks.

"Zhou Dajun doesn't know my name, he probably can't find me, right?" he comforted himself.

Thinking of the middle-aged Taoist priest, the scene of the other party practicing martial arts lingering in his mind. It turns out that there are really practitioners in the world.

The car drove to an old community, he got out of the car and walked straight to a six-story building.

At this time, there should be no one at home and his parents were working. He opened the door with his portable key and threw the salute, and he poured the person into the sofa.

The house is not big, with two bedrooms and one living room, which is very warm and tidy. Wu Dong's mother is a delicate woman, and the room is spotlessly clean.

After lying for a while, he took out his cell phone and notified his mother that he had gone home. On the phone, his mother was very happy and asked him to wait at home, saying that he would take leave in the afternoon and prepare delicious food for him.

Wu Dong was greedy and reported a bunch of vegetable names on the phone, and his mother agreed.

After hanging up the phone, the scene of the middle-aged Taoist priest practicing still flashed in his mind.

"The thread in the Taoist priest's body should be the so-called meridians, right? I wonder if my 'qualification' is good, and can I practice it?"

Anyway, it was fine, so he sat on the sofa, imitating the Taoist priest, and made seals with both hands. There were records of cultivation in the book on the Taoist priest.

His visual memory is unparalleled in the world, and he can imitate the state of a Taoist priest without any error. He can understand the articles in the book, half of the text and half of the text.

At present, according to the records in the book and in conjunction with the demonstration of Taoists, he tried to practice.

The most important thing in practicing is the mind. Just entering into meditation can block the vast majority of people outside the door of practice.

Wu Dong’s situation is different from that of ordinary people. Others rely solely on feelings to practice, but he can look inward to his body and observe the movement of meridians and energy in his body.

He practiced according to the law. After ten minutes, he felt a warm sensation in his dantian. Looking inside, he saw a faint white light appearing one inch below his navel.

He was happy because it meant that he had cultivated a sense of venting energy. According to the book, when the qi was strong enough, he could try to activate it to open up the meridians in his body.

After practicing for an hour, Wu Dong stopped because his mother should be back.

Not long after, footsteps came from the door, and a middle-aged woman walked in. She was in her forties, wearing a blue work clothes from a machine tool factory and carrying a large bag of freshly bought vegetables in her hand.

"Mom." Wu Dong called out, quickly got up, and took the dishes first.

Wu Dong’s mother’s name is Huang Lan, from Jiangnan Province. When she saw her son, she smiled and said, “Xiaodong, is your work in the provincial capital smooth?”

Wu Dong put the vegetables into the kitchen and smiled and said, "Shunxin. Mom, you quit your job in the machine tool factory, and I will support my family in the future."

Huang Lan gave her son a blank look: "Let's talk about it when you marry a wife."

Wu Dong shrugged and asked, "Mom, is my grandmother's illness serious?"

When talking about grandma, Huang Lan looked slightly depressed and said, "Your uncle didn't make it clear whether the phone call was made. Xiaodong, you can accompany your mother to Shijing tomorrow and visit grandma."

Shijing is the provincial capital of Jiangnan Province. It is a large city with a population of tens of millions and has a developed economy. My grandmother's family lives in an ancient town in Shijing.

Wu Dong asked his father that the reason why his mother was not close to her parents' family was because her grandmother's family had a serious mindset over girls. For example, when her mother was in junior high school, she had very good grades and could have been to a key high school.

But grandma thought that it was useless for girls to study, and her mother was forced to go out to work as soon as she graduated from junior high school. And all the money she earned from working was left to grandma to manage.

That year, Huang Lan's 18th year, her grandmother received another 30,000 yuan gift from a wealthy family in the town and wanted to marry Huang Lan to the son of the wealthy family. The 30,000 yuan more than 20 years ago was worth 500,000 yuan now.

Huang Lan was tricked from another place by her grandmother and told her to hold the wedding three days later. Later, when Huang Lan inquired, she found out that the rich son was disabled, had a hunched back, had ugly face, and had mental problems.

Huang Lan naturally didn't want to do so. After a big fight with her grandmother, she climbed over the wall and ran away from home that night, and returned to the city where she worked alone.

Wu Dong also cared about the pain in his eyes when his father mentioned his mother's experience back then. Whenever he thought about this, Wu Dong hated his grandmother's family.

When Huang Lan was nineteen years old, she met her father who was still a college student. Huang Lan's beautiful kindness touched him, and the two fell in love.

It was not until Wu Dong was born that Huang Lan went home to visit her family for the first time. However, her experience of visiting her family was not pleasant, and neither her grandmother nor her grandfather looked good. The gift she carefully selected was thrown outside the door by her uncle.

It was not until Wu Dong became older that the relationship between the two sides eased, but there were not many interactions. In Wu Dong's memory, he had only seen his grandmother several times. Moreover, his grandmother was not close to him, and there was no slight kindness and care that an elder should have on his face.

Wu Dong shook his head and no longer thought about this. He put a bank card in her hand and said, "Mom, it is the money I saved from working in the past two years. You and Dad use it to travel and play around."

Huang Lan was happy and asked, "What are you traveling? I'm a waste of money. I'll keep it for you."

Wu Dong was speechless for a moment, knowing that he couldn't convince her to go on a trip, so he said again: "Mom, I want to open a convenience store. Can you help me?"
Chapter completed!